Chapter 12: Mutant

Mutant

Wen Ya's information, when combined, closely resembled the mutants rumored about in my past life.

Clearly not an Awakened One, yet possessing extraordinary ability.

The existence of such people among humans is extremely rare; roughly one person may appear among tens of millions.

Before the Apocalypse, these people usually acted as Taoist priests and spirit mediums.

Unlike Awakened Ones, who possess strong martial power and supernatural abilities.

Mutants often belong to willpower attribute mutation.

Their willpower can, without enhancement, naturally exceed the limit of 10 points for ordinary humans.

After the Apocalypse Descent.

Mutants will then show as First Level on their status information, unlike ordinary players who are Zero Level.

Furthermore, because they have not been trained, they cannot control their mental power, causing it to leak out.

As mutants, they lack strong strength but possess strong mental power.

Therefore, they can completely provide mental power to other Awakened Ones, serving as a 'power bank'.

Mental power is crucial for combat endurance.

If, during battle, a mutant provides mental power support from the rear, an Awakened One firing at full power is equivalent to a strength increase of more than one rank.

Therefore, during the Apocalypse, such people are fiercely contested by all major forces.

In the Apocalypse, nothing is more important than strength.

Fortune or misfortune.

No one is willing to be someone else's tool.

Once a mutant is discovered, they are usually placed under confinement and supervision.

Fortunately, they will be protected as precious 'supplies' during the Apocalypse.

Unfortunately, mutants will completely lose their free will.

Getting back to the point.

Actually, Lin An, after rebirth, in a sense also belongs to the mutants.

Before he awakened, his willpower attribute had already reached 12 points.

Of course, whether Wen Ya is a mutant or not is merely Lin An's speculation.

Rather than speculating, it's better to just capture the person and then talk.

Without Hesitation.

After Lin An turned off the Judgment Eye, he directly turned around and walked back.

The distance between them is no more than three hundred meters.

At his current speed, it would take only a few seconds.

His plan has always included the idea of building his own force.

Not only is establishing a Safe Zone necessary to survive better in the Doomsday Game.

Three months after the Apocalypse, the Doomsday Game will give some tasks to all players who have built a Safe Zone.

After completing these tasks, one can obtain an increase in strength.

Such tasks usually require large amounts of Manpower and Material Resources, and solo players basically cannot complete them alone.

If it is confirmed that Wen Ya is a mutant, he will naturally bring her under his command.

With the addition of a mutant, not only will his strength be greatly enhanced.

In a sense, it is even equivalent to giving the Awakened Ones of his entire force an additional rank of strength out of thin air.

A suspected mutant is worth his taking action.

……

On the car roof, Li Zhiping stared intently at the wary Wen Ya.

He had his mouth open, making unintelligible roars from his throat.

His eyes, full of bloodshots, were somewhat protruding.

It has already been seven minutes since he was infected with the Zombie virus.

He, whose willpower and physical fitness were already weak, is now on the verge of losing his sanity.

"Itchy… so itchy…"

Li Zhiping instinctively repeated short words, his hands quickly scratching nonstop over his body.

His nails tore the skin.

A whole chunk of flesh was torn off by him and fell onto the car roof.

It seemed he felt no pain.

The more he scratched, the faster he did, as if feeling pleasure.

One piece, two pieces.

Sheets of skin peeled off like paper scraps, revealing a bright red flesh color.

Wen Ya endured her fear, gripping a utility knife tightly with her right hand.

She subconsciously stepped back, but found no way to retreat.

"Roar!"

The Zombie beneath her feet smelled the scent of flesh and blood, becoming even more frenzied.

Wen Ya bit her lip hard; her delicate skin had no trace of color, her face deathly pale.

From the moment Li Zhiping had her check the wound, she had somewhat anticipated this moment.

Fortunately, while escaping, she got hold of this bunch of keys.

The keys came on a ring, with a small folding knife attached.

This utility knife, only half a palm long, was the only weapon she could find on the car roof.

"Ahhhh!"

After large patches of flesh had peeled off, Li Zhiping suddenly let out a mournful howl, and waves of foul rotten smell emanated from his body.

His bones creaked, and in an instant he turned into a zombie.

"Roar!"

His eyes bulged out.

The zombie Li Zhiping opened his mouth as wide as possible, the corners of his mouth ripped open, and he snarled as he lunged at Wen Ya.

"Crouch!"

Wen Ya hurriedly crouched down, trying to dodge the lunge and bite.

But she, who only exercised regularly and had no combat experience, could only barely turn her body aside.

For an ordinary person, being able to stay sane and not collapse under a zombie attack was already not bad.

"Bang!"

Wen Ya couldn't dodge in time and was directly knocked onto the car roof by Li Zhiping's sudden upward lunge.

Her back struck the car roof, emitting a dull thud.

Under the tremendous force, her snow‑white skin turned purple and blue, and even her shoulder blades showed faint cracks.

A piercing pain.

Wen Ya groaned softly, her eyes resolute.

Unlike those who would freeze in terror at the sight of a zombie, she gripped the knife with all her strength in her right hand and drove it hard into the back of Li Zhiping's head.

The foul‑smelling huge mouth loomed before her eyes, and Li Zhiping's blood‑red eyes held only the desire to feed.

"Sss"

The utility knife sank completely into Li Zhiping's head.

The blade entered from above the fragile nape, the sole area of the brain not protected by skull.

Like a machine that has lost power.

The zombie Li Zhiping, his brain destroyed, stiffened and instantly went limp, dead.

Having survived the ordeal, Wen Ya strained to push Li Zhiping's corpse aside and gasped for breath.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, cold sweat pouring down.

Sweat drenched her forehead, her hair disheveled.

She had no mind to tidy herself, only feeling waves of lingering fear.

She had been a hair's breadth from being devoured alive by the zombie.

Even the most cruel death by slicing would seem like petty witchcraft before this brutality.

Wen Ya, her whole body trembling, tried to stand up.

A sharp pain shot through her shoulder blades behind her, and she now felt extremely weak.

"Bang!"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, an aberration occurred.

The space on the car roof was already cramped.

After Li Zhiping died, his flowing blood soon covered the entire car roof.

The viscous blood came up over the soles of her feet.

In her dazed state, Wen Ya tried to straighten up but lost her balance and collapsed onto the car roof.

"Ah!"

Wen Ya cried out in pain.

The zombies beneath the car roof were like sharks that had smelled blood.

Several pairs of rotting hands frenziedly grabbed her hair, tearing hair and scalp away.

Like a drowning person being dragged underwater.

Wen Ya struggled desperately, but the car roof, slick with blood, was far too smooth.

In the blink of an eye, half of her body was pulled off the car roof.

Her eyes showed despair and unwillingness.

The corpse's mouth was within arm's reach.

A stench assailed her nostrils.